when the coast is clear, he hunches up his shoulders and makes a clumsy dash through the socks and underwear section, flailing his arms and grabbing for whatever's nearest, before hurtling past the checkout and flings an ungainly handful of notes towards the befuddled checkout man.

(the notes halt in midair and flutter slowly to the floor; skelly broadsides a shop dummy and scrabbles back into a run, whimpering exasperatedly).